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Post by glass_trees on Jul 8, 2009 19:07:47 GMT -6
"ye may want to watch 'er tongue mister" James retorted. "Cap'n don't like anyone back talkin me. I may not be her right hand man, but she don't take to anyone sassing me." he warned.
Leading Thomas back to the hold, James carefully stepped around other bags and treasures and bottles just strewn about, giving a hop-step over a sack of clothes from another sailor, already on deck.
"this here is you're place, we ain't got the finest of things, not yet anyways we're due for new hammocks as soon as we take another ship into the Cap'n's fleet." he said pointing out a ragged hammock with larger holes patched with torn off pieces of canvas.
[[woot we're onto the second page!]]
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Post by aranov on Jul 8, 2009 19:55:00 GMT -6
[[w00t! ]] Thomas's lips thinned as he carefully picked his way through the mess, and he tried to hide his disappointment at the state of the hammock. "I hope that's soon. The last man in this one had less skill with a needle than my five-year-old sister." She'd been five when he'd left, anyway, his mother's little blonde angel in ruffles and lace. He wondered if his mother had found a possible husband for her yet, and felt a faint flash of pity. At least he'd escaped her scheming by running away. Little Angelina wouldn't have that chance. But maybe she liked it that way... He wrenched his mind back to the present. "Ah... thank you." Might as well be polite, if this pup was in the Captain's pocket. He tossed his bag onto the hammock, half-expecting it to rip through the thin canvas, and double-checked its knot. "I suppose I report for duty, then."
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 9, 2009 0:17:45 GMT -6
"yes the Cap'n don't like no lolly-gagging for her crew." and with that James scrambled out the hold and up on deck.
When James emerged from the hold he witnessed yet again the only drunkard who remained on the crew, lord knows why being berated yet again for his miss deed.
"You worthless piece of shit, you're worse than a git why the hell do you keep comin' round here? I give you chance after chance Pete, you know how many chances I hand out and you're now down to your last two!" Bloodbath was chewing out on of the crew grabbing his hand with only two fingers, and a knife from her boot, Three Finger Pete was now left with one finger.
"James take care of this old fool!"
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Post by aranov on Jul 9, 2009 9:25:24 GMT -6
Thomas, emerging into the open air, was just in time to see the amputation. He winced in spite of himself. Flogging would have been a reasonable punishment, but that... She must be mad. Still, it was none of his business, though a very good incentive to keep his head down and follow orders. Maybe this whole pirate thing was a mistake. But he'd wait it out for now; there might be a handsome payoff, and if they made berth at any civilized port, he might could claim cowardice and get out of it. Maybe, if they went far enough north, he could get a berth on a whaling ship. He'd always wanted to see a whale... He looked around for whoever appeared to be giving orders at the moment. That would probably be the bo'sun, and he'd need to get to know the rest of the crew fairly quickly.
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 9, 2009 10:04:39 GMT -6
Finishing up with Pete just in time to see Thomas on deck, with a rather disgusted look upon his face.
"Sorry you had to see that, he's a trouble maker, and a drunk, i keep him around cuz he swabs the deck well, and quite frankly he knows more about the places we're headed to than I. I'm not unreasonable, but i have my rules set in place for a reason. For now the crew is finishing perparing the ship, come eat some grub before we get going, new man always has the morning off until we set sail."
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Post by aranov on Jul 9, 2009 11:19:47 GMT -6
"Aye aye." Thomas, faintly relieved that he didn't have to crawl out along any yardarms this morning, suddenly realized that he was looking up at his captain's face. Saints above, she was tall. He glanced down at her boots, and realized that even without them, she'd still have a good few inches on him. No wonder she had little trouble with discipline... Slightly shaken by his discovery, he headed back below to find the galley, looking forward to a meal that involved meat that wasn't spoiled yet and biscuits that didn't contain weevils.
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 10, 2009 15:45:17 GMT -6
only a few hours later the tide was enough to carry them off, at her command the anchor was raised and the colors flew, and the ship along with one other of Bloodbath's fleet were headed towards Spain.
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 11, 2009 9:45:53 GMT -6
[[now with voyage under way, we can move to "The Open Sea" area of the board]]
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Post by aranov on Jul 11, 2009 15:04:32 GMT -6
[[hurray! ]]
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